I Rather Walk

eyes are on for the blind. 

Efforts with the mind.

intervention from divine.

faith is it? So i walk aligned.

Swagged up with pants -bottom ragged.

Shirt, ripped,  lifted from the thrift

store dumpster on evening strolls.

Then i see a limozine, money supreme.

minds serenity peak. needles thrown out.

stop the car, a shout. A Swerve, or 2

I still walk. couple of tires, red metal chalk

writing on the wall. 2 mufflers popp'd,

just before. 

but i still, at a distance,walk. 

faith is it? intervention from divine?

Efforts with the mind.

eyes are on for the blind. 

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Just a Deal With.....

I’m like the demon inside a pheonix.

Bow to my semen. And for that abortion,

You’ll try to roll down the stairs but you can’t even.

Because there are no stairs inside this lair. But,

Where is this lair, Is it here or there you might ask. I say it is everywhere.

It is the WEB, all your thoughts are in. And I am,

The terantuala in you mind.

So what you define as devine, I can condemn as crime and now you must just…sublime.

Accept the price, given to you by the Dealer of Realities.

I am not the, but just a messanger from the dealer of realities.

 My sales due to the dealer are of no profit, at least monetarily.

But your reality values nothing more than that which is monetary.

So I inflate that value.

And now my profits are not quantifiable.

Im sellin money for souls and vice versa ONLY

If you can say theres no such thing as gold.

So forward goes the fable.

That was just one card thrown on the table.

The card game is not 21, texes hold em poker etc. etc. or even go-fish.

This is bullshit! cheat or whatever other name you can call this game.

In which, we’re dealing infinte cards from infinte decks.

I just deal the cards, but

Dealer of Realities deals all the decks.

I have played the game before.

At times victory, but defeat even more.

So here’s a message from the core

of the messenger.

What you precieve, you first must have seen. And when your sight becomes your be belief, believe me: you might get an ace joker or queen. But your palms can hold more than the above three. Its your move so choose what to throw and what to keep in the hand dealt to you

By the Dealer of Realities. 

Pauper's Wealth

Im rolling of acid,

So I blast it

These words are my bullets,

Lead your mind

Straight to the casket.

Im tired of dummies doin smart shit

intellects trin to guard shit

Like your knowledge is only for you?

Screw you, not true!

Thats not my business

so ill mind my own.

Imma burn the book

From which your mind was sown.

I hope your memory serves you well.

Until my knees bleed as I walk through hell,

Imma pass that word for all to tell!

personal bullshit

theres just s much truble in the world,
aint npbody feel u pain,
times movin fast. and yea they are.
Like so what...who gives about the troubles in the world when ur confined to the satellites of just a really small area.
      Idk...i cant seem to brush off whats in my mind. Im kinda havin a hard time to  adjust with whats inside. Like is this path that im walking towards for me.  see blue skies, but the rain just seems to kick the light right outta my sight. Im not as strong as i thought i was. Im hopin for somethin that im not focusin on. Like, I kinda want this...but im focusing on somehting else.

      But then again all this is due to desire. Its desires natural gift to taunt us in life. If we dont desire, we can be free. But isnt desiring also being free. I think one can desire...but should nvr expect to get it. Like i want this...but i know im not gonna get it. SO imma just do what i think is right. And right now i think the best thing to do is put a pause. A break  the wheels that push me forward. Reflect on the road which moves me forward.  Is this the type of pavement I wanna be walking forth on...but then again...who knows if the road is even paved a mile down.

OM NAMOH NARAYANE NAMAH

A CRUSH

I like you a lot,

Not just cuz of the girl I knew, but cuz of the person you are.

We had our differences then split apart. And We’ve gone so far.

But we’re chillin now and I can’t help but to give you my heart. .....................

Its not a new start nor a reboot.

I feel I wasn’t my complete self when I was with you.

Yea, I have some flaws and you’re not perfect either.

But if my new brings me pain, im gonna leave her.

I know im happy with you. And I find peace in when I look in your eyes as you walk by.

 I’m not asking you to love me. That’s on you. I just want your essence; not your presence to lessen because we’re not together. I’m not for that shit. I believe in friendship and don’t want lonely nights.

I’m not asking for a chance, just a moment to make your day bright.

I just want to give your memories something to highlight.

Wasting Time, Bored

There is nothing greater than greatness itself. But what it is greatness?  It is  power over all but only use it when absolutely necessary. It is pride manifested inside you that will not come out. But only thing that shows is the bitchness. Others might think you’re a bitch, but remember they’re not as good as you. But do not take them for something less, as you don’t know the power they have. One only knows about himself. And to be frank, we don’t even know about ourselves. Cuz if we, we will not let any harm come to us. But we protect our money like it’s a hand that rises from

Its like…woooo

Im walkin in a lane,

Full of grain,

Seein kids standin

With drool stains

Malnutrition to the max

But who gives a damn about the facts.

Im just in my own world,

Dreams are made possible

When I curl the pen,

I write to chicks,

Chicas and bitches are then,

Something of an amazement; like that pussy so good,

I wanna dive again. Like my life was at an end,

That juice is elixir, my soul, alive again.

Then I write to my friends, trust is what I extend.

Let me give you a hand, so dont think imma lend!

That shit is for the banks, fk the loans that tend,

To help you at tender times,

But when you need that attendance,

shit skips out, as if you thought my mind was bent.

 Fk that, none of ya’ll know what it means to be in snyc.

Resonate with a same beat,

But I guess we wear different cleats,

I will not speak.  But don’t tell me I can’t peek.

Get a glimpse of the truth,

A new day to shoot

Mofos in the head,

But still mofos aint dead.

Like; zombies are rising,

they don’t have brains, so they after yours

Guard that shit well, or catch the train and tell:

Bye bye then  and remember  ghosts i sell. 

Trust Tissues

ITS LIKE, I HAVE TRUST ISSUES.

Scenario one:

I wanna call truce to this war.

Shake hands, wave a white tissue

and pat ya backs.

Then lean forward, spray the gas

in your eyes, leave you blind.

Cataract signs. With no implication

that lead to my mind.

I got the divine nine, strapped in the back.

Not the frat, but you wanaa be down with that;

lets do this. One way or another.

But you all, I consider

In the master plan.

yea, imma fall.

But before i do,

guess whose

knees imma cut off?

Running from your fears.

Blood shot tears.

Ready to die

Lets do this.

Just make it riight:

I might book a flight.

Twin towers standin bright.

as i lay dreamin tight.

The purpose wasnt to end lives, but to end life.

think ur livin the life, you aint tonight.

Shitz on lockdown. miht get glocked down, if u aint quick to turn around. Look what the world has givin u. Leavin u behind aint an option;

for hatiis. The death lord wants his matiis. ladies, Let the game begin, full throttle on that ass

Window Shopping For Her

Why do I care so much.

That I despair so much.

If I was carefree,

I would tare so much.

So many hearts,

target of my darts.

That’s the game, you aim, fire,

If get u get it. If ya Miss

Time for a new to a start.

We all need those groceries,

Putting love in my shopping cart.

Aint no guarantee, and no warrantee

100% percent satisfaction, as if the even the least.

But I guess life’s too young to use shit without an expiration date.

So I walk back, second thoughts, and return it before it’s too late.

So?

So?

im tryin to find my inner demons,

make them come out...thier semen she swallows clean off the spot.

im tryin to visectimize me so they wont spread; on some pesitcide shit.

but theres nothin better than nuttin...and u cant be shotin blanks.

im tryin to reach the ranks. Top of top. I only see the top spot.

Im layin here not doin shit. So i shit on every asswhole who thinks thy're the shit.

qoute mr.may " dont bullshit the bullshitter" Whatever way u persuade, trust me brotha, im gonna be the last hitter.

I salute ur endeavors, that righteous path, that right way to act...thats the thing...ur just actin. while im directin...get some real on...while the boys puts some reels on.

talkin about ur chrome wheels, mofo other mofo's got babies to feed, they get they're meals on. pumpin iron, make the steel strong. british or pitt the day feels too long.

do i call quits or eject my motivation in this dream and wake up just to find some slits in the guilt?

i can escape my conscious i would’ve never thought. That whore i wouldve nevr bought. but whats to u what i thought.

Subsonic Thoughts

Tonight I bow, to the unspoken words in my consciousness

Forever lost; rest in peace to those ambitious thoughts.

There I lay my head on the lap of my love; immersed in her love.

I used to have dreams of a life together for me and you.

Perhaps a daughter or a son,

Or whatever fate made me pursue.

But when fate brought me to those shores,

I stood there glancing upon the boat.

I handed my ticket to the conductor and stepped back even more.

I’m not ready for the tides.

I’m not ready for that life.

I’m just a child who’s unwilling to face it.

Every problem that comes, wake ‘n bake: face lift.

A sound of yesterday and the future that could have been.

A tear in my mind and an alarm clock that sings.

A present is what I look for, though presently I’m tore

Between the past and dreams.

Perhaps I don’t like reality.

That’s why I soak in Gin.

And about that chin, it not high; unlike the sate of my mind.

Perhaps it’s the struggle inside that radiates the divide on the out.

Though a voice shouts, the walls of what’s lost are sound proof; a subsonic substitute. 

No Names Attached

My soul is torn, Love vs fear.
I was degraded in tears
When I saw my coward peers
 Retreat into the darkest alleys,
Where a flickering lamppost was the only light. 
I chose to walk ahead. In faith, I looked beyond the unyielding heights,
Found the sun, 
beaming on the moon. 
And, WOW!  The full moon is bright.